Saturday, February 28, 2009
Except, you know, not really. Put it in your bag or pocket instead while it develops.
This is #59 in my second attempt at the 365 Days project on Flickr. I was successful last year & hope to be this year as well. I decided to go with a theme so as to make it more interesting to me & therefore hopefully keep me engaged for 365 days in a row. At the end of the year I hope to compile all of the photographs into a book. During the year I am considering making some available to purchase. I always find that odd, though, the thought of selling a self-portrait. It's not the style of photography I normally sell & I always wonder why people would want to buy photos of the photographer. But apparently many people do, so who am I to say they can't buy my self-portraits?? I won't keep myself from the masses any longer. If I do sell any of them individually they will be as limited edition prints. Set number of prints, one size fits all, same finish. Then that's it, the end.
In this photograph I'm holding the Polaroids I shot today. Out of a 10 pack I only got 5 keepers. I'm picky. It's sad that this & the cost of film make using my Polaroid cameras so prohibitive.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I am sorry for being such a slacker in regard to this blog! It only harms me, but I find that the older I get the less likely I am to share much of myself in this format. I stick to short blurbs on Twitter or Facebook. There are many things I'd like to write about, especially in regard to photography as a "career" for me (it's not technically possible because of the nature of my mental illnesses/disorders & that is really hard for me to accept), but I should at least try to be more responsible about just posting my art if nothing else. It doesn't necessarily mean I have to talk about myself after all. I'll try. It is in my best interest, of course!
But on the personal tip, I will share this: I fell down the steps in the back of the bus today & inured the crap out of my right leg & arm. The whole situation was made more traumatic by a rude driver, one of our local crazies telling the driver he thought I was drunk, and the fact that it triggered an attack & therefore I handled the situation very poorly. I wish I had it to do over again, I would ignore the driver & get off at my intended stop. I'd still be injured, but at least I wouldn't have had to deal with any of the crap that followed.
In ELBfoto news I have been updating my ArtFire shop more than my Etsy shop. I have stacks of packaged prints left over from the Handmaidens show that I am slowly adding.